An army of thousands against a single man should have been a complete rout, yet not one soldier from the Witch Race army dared to step forward.
The same went for the three Mingxin Powerhouses.
He was one man holding the pass, and ten thousand could not break through!
They were proud, but not stupid.
Three Mingxin Grandmasters had already fallen at the hands of the Profound Person before them—one of whom was the world-renowned Sect Leader of the Celestial Profound Sect.
Anyone who could reach the Mingxin realm would not make such a foolish mistake.
"I know you're strong, but there are three of us,"
the burly Witch Race man said coldly.
Before his words had even faded, the hook-nosed old man at his side let out a sharp grunt and staggered backward.
It all happened so suddenly.
Bai Yuan's smile never faded. "How did that feel?"
The other two Witch Race powerhouses were horrified. It was obvious to them that the hook-nosed old man was suffering the backlash from his own curse.
